Why can’t I get your voice out of my head?
It would be easier if all of it was the horrible stuff.
The sounds of you screaming, throwing things or people to the ground.
The moments where all I could do was crawl under a blanket, or in a corner, and try to pretend that Ididn’t exist.

It would be better if I didn’t have the good memories.
Of you taking me to the theatre, watching my soccer games and choir concerts, or singing along to showtunes with me in the car.

It would be so much easier if this world was just black and white,
And if monsters and people could never be one in the same.
Greyscale sucks.